Yao Jue Dao Patterns? Isn't This the Dao of Sitting and Forgetting!

Deep beneath the earth, light and shadow intertwined.

The Emperor Lord's severed arm, lying in the center of the formation, was currently undergoing unprecedented refinement.

The Myriad Manifestations Spirit Fire, like iridescent glazed glass, swarmed over every inch of the severed arm like a pack of tireless, bone-gnawing ants.

The flames had no temperature.

It was more like a tangible manifestation of rules.

At times, it transformed into extreme cold, freezing the flow of Deathly Yin energy.

At other times, it became violent lightning, bombarding stubborn law nodes.

Then, it would turn into a highly corrosive acid, dissolving the Emperor Lord's proud scales.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The sounds were dense and piercing, like countless vengeful spirits screaming in the inferno.

Li Yan hovered cross-legged above the severed arm, his fingers dancing rapidly as he controlled this divine fire, transformed from greed.

Refining an Ancient God's limb was far more difficult than refining any heavenly treasure.

This was not just a purification on a material level, but a battle of wills.

The residual instincts of the Emperor Lord within the severed arm, though lacking the command of their source, remained cunning and ferocious.

It would retract its defenses, hiding the core Deathly Yin origin deep within the marrow.

It would create illusions, attempting to disrupt Li Yan's mind.

It would even erupt suddenly, trying to detonate the remaining divine power and perish with the formation.

Li Yan's expression was stern, unmoved.

Every counterattack from the severed arm was suppressed by him with even fiercer Myriad Manifestations Spirit Fire.

This fire contained "infinite possibilities."

No matter how the severed arm changed its defensive properties, the spirit fire could instantly evolve a counteracting law.

Patches of dark red scales peeled off, turning into ashes.

The rough, hideous outer skin was burned away, revealing crystalline muscle fibers beneath, like red jade.

Golden Divine Blood flowed within those fibers, emitting an alluring fragrance.

This was the essence of divinity.

Li Yan took a deep breath, inhaling all the overflowing divine fragrance into his body.

Nourished by this high-level energy, his cultivation was undergoing a qualitative leap.

"This feeling..."

Li Yan murmured softly.

He could clearly perceive his understanding of laws deepening.

The body of an Ancient God was, in itself, a living compendium of laws.

During the refining process, he was like disassembling a precision machine, glimpsing the most fundamental structure of the universe.

The destruction of Deathly Shadow, the dominance of the Emperor Lord, and that tenacious resilience that transcended dimensions.

These insights flowed into his Great Dao of Side Effects like water.

He calculated with his fingers.

Based on the original progress, it would take at least a hundred years of meticulous work to completely refine this hand into his own Magic Artifact.

Even with the assistance of the side effect formation, it would take decades.

But now.

With the "fuel" continuously supplied by the Vast Void Dao Ancestor.

The power of the Myriad Manifestations Spirit Fire had been pushed to its extreme.

"In less than three months."

A sharp glint flashed in Li Yan's eyes.

"Within three months, I will completely recast this hand."

"At that time, it will be the 'Sky-Shading Hand' in my, Li Yan's, grasp."

He glanced at the water mirror above his head, a playful curve forming on his lips.

"Old ghost Vast Void, if you knew who you were helping refine a weapon, you'd probably be so angry you'd spit out three liters of blood."

"I've noted this favor."

After confirming that the underground formation was operating smoothly, Li Yan had a thought.

A phantom shadow emerged from the crown of his head.

The shadow was identical to Li Yan, but more ethereal, as if it could merge into the void at any moment.

Nascent Soul Clone.

The work underground is the core, but the situation above ground also needs to be controlled.

He had to go and see what kind of state the Heavenly Evolution Pavilion was in after being messed with by that kind-hearted "fuel supplier."

The shadow passed through the thick rock strata, through layers of formations and restrictions, and silently returned to the surface.

Outside the Heavenly Evolution Pavilion, the sunlight was just right.

But the moment Li Yan's Nascent Soul Clone stepped into the pavilion, the light instantly dimmed.

It was as if this place was isolated from the outside world, a realm unto itself.

The air was no longer filled with pure spiritual energy, but with a thick, slippery scent.

That was the aura of the Yao Jue Dao Patterns.

Gray-green smoke billowed between the bookshelves, like living tentacles, slowly writhing in the air.

The spatial structure of the pavilion had already become distorted.

The originally straight corridors had become winding and tortuous, and the stairs leading to the second floor seemed to extend into an endless void.

Small cracks appeared on the walls.

These cracks were not damage, but windows to unknown dimensions.

Eerie whispers occasionally came from the cracks, carrying a seductive magic.

Tens of thousands of Central Province immortals were scattered in every corner of the pavilion.

Their states were very wrong.

Some sat on the ground, grinning foolishly at a blank wall.

Some frantically tore apart the scrolls in their hands, then stuffed the torn paper into their mouths and chewed.

More people gathered together, softly reciting the altered scriptures.

Without exception, dense gray-green threads were wrapped around their bodies.

These threads penetrated deep into their Sea of Consciousness, continuously extracting their sanity and greed, converting them into a special kind of energy.

Then, following the formations beneath the floor, they flowed underground.

Li Yan's Nascent Soul Clone concealed his aura and transformed into an inconspicuous old man in gray robes.

He walked slowly through the distorted corridors.

The surrounding immortals ignored him, as if immersed in another world.

He walked up to a row of bookshelves.

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Most of the books here had been severely contaminated.

The jade slips that originally recorded orthodox Dao methods were now covered with a layer of gray mold.

Li Yan reached out and casually pulled out a bound ancient book.

The title was originally Classic of Purity and Tranquility.

But at this moment, the three characters on the cover were constantly twisting, transforming into Scripture of Falsehood.

Opening the first page.

The text on it was no longer fixed ink, but living, tadpole-like runes.

They swam, devoured, and split on the paper.

A chaotic thought instantly assaulted Li Yan's clone.

[When truth becomes false, false also becomes true.]

[All you see is illusion, all you think is reality.]

[Is cultivation for eternal life? No, cultivation is for deceiving the Heavenly Dao.]

[As long as you deceive Heaven, you are Heaven.]

[As long as you deceive all living beings, you are a god.]

[Even... you can deceive yourself.]

Li Yan looked at this absurd content, his brow slightly raised.

This was hardly the Void Truth Unraveled.

This was not a book that allowed one to comprehend spatial laws.

This was an evil scripture that taught how to alter perception through self-hypnosis and the construction of lies.

Vast Void Dao Ancestor's methods were even more insidious than he had imagined.

He was not spreading power.

He was spreading a virus.

A virus known as "Doubt" and "Falsehood."

Once a cultivator practices this Cultivation Method, they will gradually lose the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion.

They will mistake madness for clarity, and downfall for ascension.

Ultimately, they will sacrifice everything they possess for that fictitious "truth."

"To confuse the real with the fake, to replace reality with falsehood."

Li Yan closed the scroll, his fingers gently stroking the smooth cover.

This path of cultivation felt inexplicably familiar to him.

In many ancient legends and forbidden records, such an extremely obscure school of thought did indeed exist.

They did not cultivate spiritual energy, nor their physical bodies; they specialized in the art of "deception."

Deceiving heaven, deceiving earth, deceiving all living beings.

Using ultimate lies to leverage the scales of rules.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Li Yan's eyes, then transformed into a knowing, cold smile.

He casually tossed the book back onto the shelf.

He let out a soft exclamation.

"This is the Sitting and Forgetting Dao!"

Sitting and forgetting.

Sitting and forgetting the Dao, forgetting truth and falsehood.

So the fundamental law of the Vast Void Dao Ancestor was this.

No wonder he was known as "Vast Void."

"Vast" meant knowing; "Void" meant falsehood.

Knowing all falsehood, manipulating all falsehood.

The immortals within this Heavenly Evolution Pavilion had all become followers of the Sitting and Forgetting Dao.

They were lost in their cultivation, reveling in lies.

They believed they were stealing the power of the void.

In reality, they were merely overdrawing their own lives, paving the way for the Vast Void Dao Ancestor's descent.

"Well played, Sitting and Forgetting Dao."

"Well played, old ghost Vast Void."

Li Yan's clone slowly dissipated, turning into a wisp of smoke and returning to the depths.

Now that he knew the opponent's strategy, dealing with it would be much simpler.

If... the Yao Jue Dao Patterns were a mix of true and false, then what if he reversed it? Wouldn't it become true?